A/N: Again, not my best story. Wrote it real quick and just uploaded it. Not J. .
"So," said Harry, "married now. How does it feel?" he asked, swaying with Hermione, her white dress blowing in the wind. Hermione had chosen to go with a beautiful white ball gown as her wedding dress that sparkled on the sunlight. Harry thought it rather made her look like one of those princesses from the fairy tales muggle children grew up hearing.
"...you know. I'm glad Ronald finally came to his senses and asked me to marry him after four years of dating," replies Hermione. Harry nodded, transfixed by her gorgeous brown curls she had put up into a bun-like thing.
"How'd you do your hair?" wondered Harry out loud. Hermione smiled at this, and leaned closer to Harry.
"Promise you won't tell?" she whispered in Harry's ear. Harry grinned and nodded. This should be interesting, he thought.
"See, Ron's mum was itching to do my hair for the wedding, but I knew she would put it into one of those old fashioned braids and then put it up into a tight knot at the top of my head. So as much as I love , I lied and told her I already promised my mum she could do it. was a bit disappointed but agreed." Hermione confided. She leaned back satisfied and looked up at Harry, whose confusion was evident in his sparkling green eyes. He cocked his head to the side, and stared at Hermione, his brow furrowed.
"So, er, your mum did your hair for you?" asked Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes, and leaned towards Harry again. Her hot breath made Harry's ear tingle as she whispered the rest of her story.
"Of course not! I went out and just got it done by a muggle salon. My hair came out rather pretty, don't you think?" she asked, admiring her shiny locks. Harry shook his head, grinning, and fingered a strand of Hermione's hair.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Absolutely beautiful." Hermione smiled and rested her head against Harry's shoulder. After a minute, Harry whispered "Maybe I should go now. People are starting to stare. I don't think the bride and best man are supposed to be dancing together this long. Especially with your head on my shoulder."
Hermione didn't move from her spot, instead only closing her eyes. "Oh, who cares what these people think. I've known you forever, and they have no idea what we've been through together," she breathed. Harry smiled down at her, the peaceful look on her face. She had finally gotten what she deserved: a loving family, a beautiful home, and a faithful husband. For a moment Harry wondered where he fit into this equation, but he shook his head, ridding himself of the thought.
He held Hermione closer, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. "Hermione?" he asked. Hermione didn't stir, but mumbled something that sounded like a question.
"I love you," stated Harry. At this Hermione pulled back a little and looked into the emerald eyes that were staring at her so lovingly. She smiled softly and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"I love you too, Harry," she whispered. Both of them stood swaying together, eyes closed, and ready for the wonderful years that awaited them.